Here I sit on New Year’s Day 2012. It’s evening and I’m bushed. I just got back from a sports bar called Toritos where I ate good food and watched the Chargers take out the Raiders. Stupid Chargers. I’ve agonized over them since 1961. Ackkkkk. Anyway, I arrived here in Puerto Vallarta on Dec. 30. Being in real estate and knowing that January is the slowest month of the year for sales, it made sense to head south to the tropics.
I left on a day in the high 70s in San Diego only to arrive here in Mexico to high 70s temperatures. On New Year’s Eve, I received more than a few e-mails from friends telling me that it was going to be in the 80s over the New Year’s weekend. I was a little bummed missing the great winter San Diego weather. But I went out with recently acquired friends for New Year’s Eve. I didn’t have to take a jacket because the evening was 72 degrees. I think it was about 42 degrees in San Diego that night. Just a little bit of difference. I then remembered I was in paradise, only a two-hour flight from San Diego.
Tom, Kristine and I went to Joe Jacks for some fine seafood faire. I had fish tacos and beans with a papaya salad with shrimp, mint and nuts. I chased it with a mojito. Tom and Kristine had a bucket of peel and eat shrimp. They ordered a bottle of chardonnay and followed that with two more glasses of the white variety along with the best looking sea bass, eyes and all, looking at me. It was delicious though, as I couldn’t help taking a sample.
Total bill for the evening for the three of us was 1,000 pesos or about $70. Did I say they polished off a whole bottle of wine with that? Great food at a great price three blocks from the beach. We finished up dinner about 11ish and headed for the Malecon. The Malecon is this huge boardwalk loaded with eateries, shops and nightclubs plus a bazillion people.
We found a vendor selling the best crepes you want to sample. I took the simple one with strawberries and cream. Tom and Kristine had something with chocolate and liquor heaped with cream. It looked really good. It cost about 5 bucks for those three crepes right on the boardwalk overlooking the Bay of Banderas.
A ton of yachts and smaller craft had pulled in close to the beach to watch the fireworks. Midnight came and the night lit up like a huge Roman candle. It was pretty spectacular. On our journey to crepes, fireworks, a concert in the park next to the Cathedral and hordes of people, we traversed the few blocks to the coast.
Every street was alive with street parties, bands and imbibing. On one street there were so many people. I was taking a bunch of pics on my 4G. A gorgeous chickita came and asked me to take a picture of her. I did. After looking at the picture she said, “I didn’t know I was that gorgeous” and planted a big last kiss of 2011 on my lips. It was cool. She had me e-mail the picture to her. Nice 4Gs. I now have her e-mail address. She said something about Oaxaca though. Guess that’s too far from San Diego. Oh well.
Anyway, while I was taking pictures and getting smooched, Tom and Kristine were in a bar getting some Coronas. When they came out Kristine said a guy came over and said, “Is that your husband over there?”
She said, “Yeah.”
He said, “When you’re tired of him I’ll take him.”
So Tom came out and said, “Some guy just tried to ask me out!”
Now Tom is a very high-up official guy in the California penal system and Kristine is a beautiful defense attorney. Apparently we made a lefthand turn instead of a right. There were gorgeous ladies kissing ladies and great looking guys kissing guys. Being major hetero I choked. I was thinking they were paired up incorrectly but we had traversed the gay part of town. What a party. We just looked at each other and said, “Adventure!” Life is full of them. It was a great New Year’s Eve. Something different but still an adventure and isn’t that what life is all about anyway? Remember, God only gives us one day. No one tells us when our last day comes so make 2012 an adventure. Live each day to its fullest in peace and let’s stay positive about 2012. This is going to be a doozy of a year.